“You are a wretch!” cried Eusebe. “I am half inclined to strangle you.”
“You are extremely insolent, sir!”
“You are a coward!”
“Chut! chut!” “Silence!” “Out with him!” suggested several voices.
The fat gentleman grasped at the young man’s collar; but Eusebe foiled his design by planting a heavy blow full in his face, which inconvenienced him not a little, but not sufficiently to prevent his calling for assistance. A policeman soon made his appearance, and Eusebe was very unceremoniously shown into the street.
At any other time he would have submitted without a word; but when he thought that the angelic creature with whom he was so charmed had disappeared forever, he thrust the public functionary aside and hurried away like a maniac.